Page 73 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

God, she had that right.

“Say it,” Hector growled into my ear again. “Or else I’ll make you scream it.”

“How do I stress her out?” he asked. “It’s work. Everyone’s stressed out.”

“Not you, apparently,” she said. “Especially with your secretary.”

My eyes widened at their conversation just feet from us, but Hector did not give a fuck as his hand came down repeatedly on my clit. I grasped on to his shoulders, digging my nails into his muscle, and bit back a scream.

“I’m yours!” I cried. “I’m yours. I’m all yours.”

CHAPTERFORTY-ONE

HEATHER

Sittingon Mom’s white bubble sofa with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders, I sipped on my hot chocolate and rested my head on Hector’s shoulder. Fire crackled to my right, the gentle pattering of snow outside drifting through my ears.

Hector sighed beside me, the fire glowing in his eyes.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. Everyone else had left the party about an hour ago—even Dad and Evelyn—but I lingered with Hector because … it was nice to be able to be around my family, not having to hide.

The fire warmed my face. After I exchanged a few soft glances with Hector, he set his hot chocolate on the coffee table and took my hand. Snow continued to fall outside the window, creating a blanket of white on Mom’s front lawn.

“I want to talk to you about something.”

Nerves fizzed in my stomach. “What is it?”

“What are your plans after you graduate?”

After taking a small sip of my drink, I swallowed. “Is this about me being your full-time submissive?”

“No, this is about your future.”

My lips curled into a frown. “I don’t know. Find a job at a company, doing business?”

“I thought you didn’t like business school.”

“I do, but …” I sighed. “You heard my dad tonight at the party. My brother is off building his own company, and Dad is trying to force me into yours. I think he thinks that I don’t have a plan for after I graduate, and he’s right. I don’t know what I want to do.”

“That’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” I said. “I have one more semester left of graduate school. I’m twenty-four.”

“I didn’t have my life figured out at twenty-four,” he said.

“Yeah, but that’s different.”

“How?” Hector pushed. “Steven was off building his own company right out of high school. He went to college, was offered funding by all these investors, but he turned it down, and he sold his company a couple of years ago for over a billion dollars.”

I twisted on the couch and stared at him.

“Heather …” He pushed some hair out of my face. “You can do anything. At any time.”

After sighing because it was easier to not have my life together than to do something I loved and fail at it, I rested my forehead on Hector’s shoulder. “I think it’d be cool to have my own company, but the idea of starting from scratch intimidates me.”

“What about it intimidates you?”

“I’d be responsible for my own success and my own failures.”

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